The Boondock Saints Page #22

Smecker seems side-tracked and ponderous at Greenly's

observation. He hits the orange buttons and raises the doors.

SMECKER:

We got another thing to think about

here. We got us a genuine Kennedy

assassination style bullet theory.

Two guns were used here, guns A and

B. The guy in the middle was done

with both. But this guy...

(denotes right booth)

...he was killed with bullets from

gun A only. And this guy...

(denotes left booth)

...gun B only. But ballistics dug

two slugs out of the wall from over

here where the victim was done with

A.

Smecker points to two bullet holes in the wall of the booth

on the left. Each is marked "B". He walks over to the right

booth where in the exact location are two identical holes

marked "A".

SMECKER:

And it's the same story over here.

Why the crossover?

(beat)

Theories.

DOLLY:

That's just f***ing weird. I have no

idea.

DUFFY:

Jesus. I just can't think anymore.

That scene over at the coffee shop

today tapped me out.

SMECKER:

What?

DUFFY:

A guy went nuts over off of

Commonwealth today. Shot three guys

to death in a coffee shop in broad

daylight. Fled the scene. Don't have

much on him.

SMECKER:

(angry)

Why was I not informed of this?

GREENLY:

They weren't related. The guy used a

38. No pennies. Totally amateur.

SMECKER:

Who were the victims?

GREENLY:

A couple of peons for the mob and...

SMECKER:

(livid)

Oh that's just BEAUTIFUL! All the

scumbags in the quiet city of Boston

start dropping dead and you think

it's unrelated?! Greenly, the day I

want the Boston Police doing my

thinking for me, I will have a f***ing

tag on my toe! Now, get me a squad

car and get me over there. I want

the crime scene photos and any witness

statements. NOW!

Smecker storms from the room. The detectives begin to follow.

Smecker comes barreling back in, shoving them out of the

way. He looks at the bullet holes in the walls marked "A and

B" again. Something has clicked.

SMECKER:

(wide-eyed)

Oh... it looks like we got us a

cowboy.

INT. LAKEVIEW LUNCH NIGHT

Smecker surveys photos and papers, as he smokes profusely.

He stands next to a table in the back where chairs are knocked

over. Body chalk and blood stains are everywhere. The

detectives seem like they don't want to be there, again.

SMECKER:

The shooter knew these guys, huh?

DOLLY:

How do you figure?

SMECKER:

Friends, Gentlemen. They were friends.

Smecker flashes them a photo of a dead body. The victim is

shot in the head and face down in his plate of food. His

hands are on the table in front of him.

SMECKER:

These guys were packing. Not one

hand near a gun. It's simple human

behavior. Someone you don't know

approaches you, you put your hand on

it. This guy's got his hands on the

table. He's eating his food, for

Christ sakes. They were friends.

Smecker looks over the bar.

SMECKER:

These two f***ing scenes are related.

Too many coincidences. Same day?

Five hours apart? Dead mobsters on

both scenes. Now, why did he kill

the bartender?

DUFFY:

Crime of passion. He just went nuts.

He would have shot everyone in here.

He just ran out of bullets.

SMECKER:

Duffy. This look like a f***ing post

office to you? This guy came in here

with intent. Maybe he didn't know

exactly what he was gonna do but he

had a pretty good idea. The bartender

wasn't a f***ing accident.

DUFFY:

Well, we didn't get any help on that.

A lot of people saw it. Nobody's

talking.

SMECKER:

F***ing figures. Look, are you guys

seeing the pattern here? We got big

questions at both of these crime

scenes, with no answers. WHY did

they kill the guys in the other two

booths? WHY did he do the bartender?

It would seem unnecessary, even

stupid.

(angry)

God, I hate cold crime scenes! I'm

f***ing leaving now. And do me a

favor, tell me when the next guy

dies, cause these guys are not done

yet.

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